In the blind narcissism of youth, I hated both George and Barbara. Their oil fortune, their political party, their inhumanity. Of course, now I realize they were both very decent people, they lived lives of service, and hating them was irrational ideological possession. May she rest in peace and may her husband be with her soon.

My children sang "Amazing Grace" at my mother's funeral with one singing the first verse solo. Sen. Lieberman sent a personal handwritten two page letter because he was unable to attend my mother's funeral. I was the one assigned to give the eulogy. My mother was only slightly older than Barbara Bush was at death and, like Barbara Bush, had refused further treatment.

I got it - you didn't like my post. I didn't know that posting on this site could be equated to homework. If you are implying that you did my work for me then how come I still don't see a question mark on that "objectionable" post.

I recognize that Barbara Bush was a person of note and if that is why she is being eulogized, so be it. However, beyond that what was her contribution(a few extra in case I forget)??? Possibly as opposed to say, a young, recent high school graduate that got his life ended in a senseless war?

My mother met the mother of President George H. W. Bush at an event many years ago. In 1980 I sat next to George H. W. Bush at event in the campaign that year for almost an hour, I being the highest ranking Republican office holder present.BTW, The Bushes are distant cousins.

. . . at a 100th centennial anniversary celebration event for the Pulitzer prizes held in Dallas, Texas, at the GWB presidential library. It was a necktie affair, but W took off his and just hung around chatting casually. Laura was elegantly but simply attired in a black dinner dress with white pearls. W was in his “aw-shucks“ mode, while Laura was charming.

W is a painter and, in my opinion, quite good at stylized portraiture. We were talking shop, artist to artist, about capturing people’s faces, and he said something that, from my experience, rang absolutely true: “It’s the eyes. You’ve got to get the eyes.“

Speaking of which, I had my sketch pad and sharpies with me, so I drew both of their caricatures as we stood there before going into dinner, and gave them to them.